Light Em Up!

Elphaba's barks were loud, resounding, full of power and confidence that she did not feel. Gerhardt joined her, barking, snarling, snapping, disorienting the beast. The thing was lathered in sweat and spun on its cumbersome hooves in an effort, to keep up with the two wolves to no avail. The injury, Elphaba shoved to the back of her mind, it wasn't life threatening, it was not worth her time, at least not at the moment. She had a ridiculous level of pain tolerance and the incessant throb was easily forgotten, pushed to the back of her skull. Seracia, and making sure Gerhardt escaped unscathed, was far more important than the stupid scratch, if one could deem the distant dame anything, it was loyal and she had chosen to lay those loyalties with Seracia. That meant keeping the King protected and safe.

The command reached her audits and they swiveled, head careening to the left as she obeyed without question, abandoning the pointless endeavor of confusing the thing and bolting to the right of Gerhardt, keeping him in view, but darting far enough out that the bull would forget the king and focus on her. Her barks were incessant, demanding the monsters attention as he shook himself of his confusion and charged after her a second time. She weaved, diving in and out of fields, doubling back, mirroring Gerhardt's actions, she lost track of the bull, focusing solely on keeping her legs beneath her and keeping an eye trained on Gerhardt.

She watched his gaze flicker to the shed and suddenly she understood. Watching as Gerhardt slipped inside, the ebony and gray dame set out at a dead sprint for the crack in the door. The metal had corroded, leaving the door permanently stuck and she wasted no time bolting for that small opening. She slipped inside and a short moment after she had, the door screamed, metal cracking and bending as the bull smashed into it. She leapt onto the nearest chunk of machinery dragging her bodice up the hood, blood oozing from the gash in her leg. The creature outside snorted and scream, hooves scraping against the dirt and grasses as he failed to find an entry into the shed.

Elphaba panted, hot and heavy as she attempted to regain her lost breath, her gaze flickering over to the king. displaying her grace, despite her injury, she leapt from her tractor, to his, collapsing in a huff on the hood. Golden eyes sparking with just a hint of humor. "Your Grace... lovely weather for this season no?" It was the stoic dames attempt at adding light to the situation. "I believe, once again, thanks are needed. This time for saving my hide." Elphaba would dip her head silently, eyes falling shut as she thanked him and all the while the creature snorted and bayed its displeasure as it paced around the building.


Speech!